"Okay, okay, don't mention it."

Zhao Bier smiled sweetly: "You must be tired after working for so long, right? I made you a bowl of chicken porridge to fill your stomach."

She glanced at the porcelain bowl subconsciously.

"Thanks!"

Zhao Bier's considerateness made Tang Ruoxue's pretty face soften, she looked away from the white cat, and took Zhao Bier's hot chicken porridge.

Just as she was about to pick up the spoon and drink the porridge, her phone vibrated.

"bite--"

An unknown number called in.

She put on earplugs to listen, and soon a familiar but calm voice came:

"Tang Ruoxue, I am Han Ziqi, I want to talk to you..."

"Pah——"
Chapter completed!